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I am moving to my hometown, Phoenix, AZ! While it’s been a short chapter on the island of Vashon and the PNW, it has been meaningful and altering. I know I will always feel its affects in my life, my family, my art….

These are some of the drawings that span my time here on “The Rock”.

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Pluck
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Fragment
Extending the Lines Past Faces.2016.300dpi.drawing.ccoe
Extending the Lines
Here You Are.2016.300dpi.drawing.ccoe
Innate
Tangerine.2016.300dpi.drawing.ccoe
TangerineThankfulness at Sunset.2016.300dpi.drawing.ccoe
Thankfulness at Sunset
We Can Feel the Rain in Our Way.2016.300dpi.drawing.ccoe
We Can Feel the Rain in Our Way
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In Stead
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Mountains and Mesas

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The Light Matters

You just never know where life will take you….

More drawings today! 
But Out of the Box, Full Circle.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoe

But Out of the Box, Full Circle
My Plummets, Rest and Resonance.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoe

My Plummets, Rest and Resonance
Oh Come Here, Girl.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoe

Oh Come Here, Girl

Take care out there.

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I am mostly settled into my new home art studio in Vashon, WA.  It is a bright space with just the right amount of room to maneuver several paintings at once in various states of progress.  Favorite mementos and pictures are arranged. The scanner is ready for business. Outside my window is a small Japanese Maple that keeps me company in rain or shine… mostly rain these days. It has been at least two months since I’ve been able to really dedicate time to to serious art projects during the transition from Flagstaff. For the last two weeks, I’ve tried to hit the ground running and do feel back in a flow of drawing, painting, writing poetry, correspondence and visiting regional artists and gallery spaces. Here are some samples of my recent creativity. The Seeds of Stretch Marks the Body.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoe (2)

The Seeds of Stretch Marks the Body

Diaphanous.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoeDiaphanous

Enveloping Yet Another.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoeEnveloping

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22817006581_187b764aba_oTwo of many paintings in progress.

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In my future are many day-trips to surrounding Seattle and Tacoma. I’ve taken a few already and found myself basking in a botanical garden, playing pinball, eating bacon on a stick, watching salmon jump at Ballard Locks and reading/viewing the thoughtfully curated “Painting Poetry” exhibit at Women Painters of Washington Gallery.

Most of the time, I’m at my house nesting and painting. Vashon is a rare gem of a place — a small island with much to uncover.  I am not even close to being used to all the gray weather and rain, but the temperatures are fairly mild and nature is exquisitely unfettered. Just the other day, I was sitting on my deck sketching quietly when suddenly the neighbor’s geese exploded in a hullabaloo of angry honking. A large bald eagle flew over them, then landed in a towering fir tree nearby. Well, no wonder, I thought.
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It has been a while since I’ve blogged, but there is good reason… a whirlwind of positive, but surprising events has me relocated on Vashon Island, Washington. The city is a very short ferry-ride away from the vibrant Seattle — just a mere 20 minutes. My head is full of new creative ideas to fill this new chapter in the Pacific Northwest. Though I’ve traveled quite a bit, I’ve never lived anywhere but Arizona. It’s quite a change. I feel a great loss to be leaving my dear community of Flagstaff. The exquisite Senoran desert and the San Francisco peaks will be missed. At times, I know it will be strange to open a window and not feel the warm, arid wind.

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Daisy Mountain, AZ

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I look forward to meeting new creatives, new friends, new nature encounters in this green and oceanic place. I can’t imagine tiring of filling my senses with the verdant flaura and fauna of this region. Yesterday, a large cross orb weaver nearly dropped on my nose while I was getting into the car. I am also interested to find new ways to be a part of community involvement. Wherever one is, there are always people who are in need. It’s important to be a part of positive spirals. I’m already becoming acquainted with some local and cultural traditions. Below are from some recent outings.

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Point Defiance, Tacoma

Ferry to Vashon

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Here are some drawings (in situ) from the road trip to my new home.

My Heart Was Meant To Touch Like This by Charmagne CoeMy Heart Was Meant To Touch Like This 

In This Space, All Your Manifestations by Charmagne CoeIn This Space, All Your Manifestations

The Mojave Desert Again, But This Time by Charmagne CoeThe Mojave Desert Again, But This Time

The Keep Feeling by Charmagne CoeThe Keep Feeling

The Keep FeelingNow, I continue to unpack and organize. I hope to be up and painting by next week. Thanks for reading along!

These are new drawings in a variety of inks and line qualities. Enjoy the stories in each one. 
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In the Hour’s Patience

drawing by Charmagne CoePush, dark brown ink

drawing by Charmagne CoeServing, blue and sienna ink

Infinite Formations Emerge Through Preclusions.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoe
Infinite Formations Emerge Through Preclusions, ink drawing

Adaptability. How beautiful. How necessary. How difficult at times. How elemental.

Maui

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I like observing the Hawaiian volcanic terrains that rise to meet wind and ocean. Black igneous licks and curls in semi-permanent formation from its ongoing relationship with the elements. The hardiness of its crystallized minerals make it stalwart. The memory of this landscape has been, at times, a simple, deep and gratifying meditation. It elicits contentment to ponder endurance in terms of structure and malleability.

More recent ink drawings:
Sake and Surrounding

Pluck.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoePluckFibrils Bring to SurfaceUnfinished drawing
Preserving Animals.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoePreserving Animals

The Channels are  Softly In.2015.300dpi.drawing.ccoeChannels

Please do check out my most recent installment of Honey Wove the Marrow, a column I write for Arcadia Magazine’s Online Sundries. This time around I discuss the intricacies of loss, and the painting, When The Lines Disappear, I Am Not Afraid With You. 

By summer’s end, I’ll have completed some new works. Stay posted!

work in progress by Charmagne Coe
work in progress by Charmagne Coe

Below are recent drawings I’ve completed along the way and while traveling. They are created with black ink.

Generator.2015.400dpi.drawing.ccoeGenerator

Future Forwards Her and She Declines.2015.400dpi.drawing.ccoeFuture Forwards Her and She Declines

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Kaleidoscope.2015.400dpi.drawing.ccoeKaleidoscope

Sight Inside the Current.2015.400dpi.drawing.ccoeSign Inside the Current

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Here is a detail from the work in progress for Essential Creatures, an exhibition honoring the pollinators of our world. It will be at West of the Moon Gallery, 14 N. San Francisco St., Flagstaff, AZ 86001. (928) 774-0465. The open reception is April 3rd, 2015, First Friday, 6-9 pm and is ongoing through April.

Honey Wove the Marrow, by Charmagne Coe
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The above work, Honey Wove the Marrow, was started back in September 2014. I worked on this for a couple of months, but I hit a wall and couldn’t go on with it. So… I let it sit for a while, worked on other projects, then returned to it just last month. What was needed came together after that long, deep breath. I’ve written more about it in my first installment of the eponymous art column, Honey Wove the Marrow, at Arcadia Magazine’s Online Sundries. Included is a story from my childhood.

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This week, I’m excited to be featured in an article in Arizona Foothills Magazine Blog. It was very thoughtfully written by Nicole Royse. Thank you! You can visit it here.

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I am so, so relieved to be in a routine flow around my new art space. As a creature of habit in my immediate surroundings, change definitely unsettles me. But it is ultimately an invigorating, cathartic experience. My new studio is a shared space with other family activities. Sometimes I find myself creating in conjunction with all manner of  commotion buzzing around me. I think again (as I do so often) about childhood with my father as a jeweler. He worked out of our house. He had an intensity of persistence and focus as he built exquisite pieces of fine jewelry in a home studio, and later a converted garage. Life did not stop around him, nor did he expect it to. We were just asked to be respectful. I think about the cacophony of a day, but never felt like I was an intrusive part of his process. In fact, I was sometimes asked to assist him in arranging and stringing beads or other tasks. I loved that purposeful feeling of being at my father’s knee with all those colors, shapes and textures in my hands. I was a part of something that was being made. Many facets of life coexisted together. In some ways, now is very much like my childhood then. Part and parcel.

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I recently reread the in-your-face poem (imagine that!) by Charles Bukowski,  “Air and Light and Time and Space”, that is an affront to writers who incessantly look for the perfect conditions to evoke their productivity. It gave me pause for thought. Here are some lines:

baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.

Together Go the Elements.2015.drawing.300dpi.ccoe
Together Go The Elements, ink drawing

Take care and feel all that is around you.

Recent drawings.
Stand, ink drawing by Charmagne CoeStand
Geo Circadian, ink drawing by Charmagne Coe Geo Circadian
Slighter Than, Open Then, ink drawing by Charmagne Coe

Slighter Than, Open Then 

Here is a simple piano song I wrote, circa 1996.

The world is dark.
That’s what they say.

But I will remember
The truth.

Your heart is dark.
That’s what you say.
But I will remember
The truth.

And I know the truth:

People fall asleep.
When they “awake”,
They’ve forgotten all they’ve seen.
 

Roll down
Underneath the water.
Breathe deep

All of your treasure.

Roll down
Underneath the water.
Breathe deep

All of your treasure.

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Lately, there’s been a stream of new ventures which have encouraged steps outside my comfort zone. With those steps, I’ve had to brush up rusty skills and develop new ones. After one of my paintings (The Cadence, The Thorns) was published in Arcadia Magazine, I queried their editor. I wondered if the magazine would consider me a regular contributing illustrator of pen and ink drawings for their Online Sundries. The answer was yes!  Other publications have hired me for painted editorial illustrations, but I’ve also hoped to utilize my pen and ink skills for publication. I’ve amassed piles of drawing journals that date far back before I was a painter. Drawing was my first artistic impulse. Those pictures are where I’ve learned to follow creative ideas, even if they lead down rabbit holes. Especially if they lead down rabbit holes.  I’ve learned to draw freely about the various facets of the human condition, maternal instincts, nature, sexuality, adaptation, spirituality… meandering freely and weaving multiple concepts. Organically, I realized that the best way I create is improvisationally, by “anti-method”,  automatism.

And All the Rest, drawing by Charmagne Coe
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Twine

Intimate Morphology, drawing by Charmagne CoeIntimate Morphology
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Cordelia "Living. Give My Regards to Anubis", drawing by Charmagne CoeLiving, Give My Regards to Anubis

It is exciting to be able share another medium with Arcadia Magzine. I greatly look forward to receiving assignments and concocting images on topic, though still in my anti-method. The drawing below was created for the story “Kurt Vonnegut Didn’t Like Me”, by David Peteroy.

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Later in April, I was again in touch with Arcadia Magazine. The editor asked if I would create an art column that featured and discussed six of my paintings. I am usually reticent to discuss my work in-depth (those of you who know me very well know this to be true), out of a sense of preservation and respect for the process. That process fluctuates and evolves constantly. It changes with skill and experimentation. So, I wondered at how to put my finger on a moving target. How could I broach a topic that by its very nature requires me to celebrate mystery and is often very open-ended to me? I decided to stop troubling myself about misconstruing, or being misconstrued, and do what I’ve always done — create automatistically, but also in writing. It is actually not my first foray into writing, but I’ll share more about that later in a future post.

I hope to convey uninhibited snapshots of technique and what about the painting speaks to me to share with you. I’ve followed the work, advice and ponderings of many artists before me. It makes sense to add mine to the cauldron, sheepishness and risk-aversion be damned. Words, like paint are, after all, another medium. Below is the first painting of my column, Familiar Spirits Light the WayIt is also my most recent painting: Panthea. 

Panthea, painting by Charmagne Coe
I am left with a great deal of curiosity about this cross-pollination of the arts in my life. Gratitude goes to all of you for encouraging, reading and connecting.

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p.s. To my friends who are writers:  I might call on you for advice!

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